Relentless Pursuit After Divorce-Chapter 63 - 0. Everyone likes picking up things others dont
Chapter 63: 063. Everyone likes picking up things others don’t want_1
Chapter 63: 063. Everyone likes picking up things others don’t want_1
Subconsciously, she refused to believe in that possibility, not wanting to lose even this last bit of “advantage” in front of Elly Campbell.
“A bastard is a bastard, always unfit for the public eye. To boast with the things I’ve discarded as if they were treasures, don’t you find that funny?”
Her words made Adam Jones, who stood outside, grow even more terribly dark in the face.
The things she didn’t want?
She compared him to the things she didn’t want?
Inside, Elly’s low laughter came through, thick with sarcasm.
“Genetics is really fascinating—it’s true you and your mother are alike, both fond of picking up what others have thrown away.”
“Elly… Elly Campbell, you…”
Sophie Baker was completely defeated by Elly’s words, despair in the depths of her eyes.
Elly straightened her clothes that had wrinkled a bit during the recent tussle and walked out of the restroom, looking up to see Adam Jones standing outside, his face ashen.
The menacing look on his face was very apparent, and Elly was well aware of it.
Was this feeling of distress for his beloved being hurt?
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Elly looked straight at him, her eyebrows provocatively raised, “What a pity, you’re late.”
Her indifferent tone held not the slightest sense of wrongdoing.
But only she knew how that look in Adam’s eyes tinged her heart with bitterness.
Useless, really, after four years, she still couldn’t flatten the minor influence Adam had on her.
Adam had sided with Sophie several times tonight, and although Elly hadn’t shown much reaction, it still hurt her inside.
Perhaps Sophie was right—Elly’s repeated aggression, could it really be because of Adam?
Adam Jones, with a darkened face, stepped in front of her and seized her slender arm, with some force.
“Do you have to talk like that?”
“Get your filthy hands off me!”
In Elly’s eyes, all he could see was ice-cold disdain, the frost and loathing pushing back the last vestiges of his warmth, bit by bit.
She… she actually hated him, like she did that day at the South Garden Hotel, with that final look she gave him.
“Adam Jones, just sign the papers and be done with it. My time is limited, and I don’t want to waste it on legal procedures just to get a divorce.”
The warmth at the bottom of Adam’s eyes also cooled a few degrees because Elly brought up divorce once again. Whether due to anger or the firm desire for divorce he saw in Elly’s eyes unsettling him, his complexion certainly was not looking good.
After saying this, Elly left the restroom area.
She didn’t head back to the banquet but instead left through a side door and entered an elevator.
As the elevator doors were closing, a large hand quickly reached in, holding the doors apart.
Elly’s drooping eyes lifted to see James Churchill.
The acidity in her gaze retracted silently, forcibly pushed back by her own resolve.
“Elly, are you okay? You look pale,” James said as the elevator doors closed.
James, with lowered eyes, saw the somewhat pale complexion of Elly and a flicker of concern passed through the depths of his gaze.
“It’s nothing, I’m not used to such an atmosphere, so I came out first,” she replied.
She pushed back the sorrow welling up in her eyes, returning to her usual self, and answered James with an overly nonchalant tone.
